Poetry Prompt
Surrendering to the Flow of Less Control
Unsteady rocks, hard places
familiar feelings, cold faces.
Decisions looming, restlessness
no sincere direction threatens us.
Can’t force it, become what it must
without success, what is to trust?
A thousand words, nerves on end,
hearing our prayers, helping doth mend.
The highs and lows, an outward flow,
head afloat, watching them grow.
Giving in to the journey unknown
letting go, to reap what’s been sown.
Within howling winds, as lost time passes
still, shielded, from breaking glasses.
Reaching for, beyond the limited realm,
Trusting, breathing, into the foreseen whelm.
Carrying forth with calm and good thinking
An easy mind, focus the eyes, less blinking.
Allowing none the controls to the story of your life —
notably, when fueled with personal creative strife!
